There doesn't need to be more than that. There doesn't need to be anything but the breathless happy noises, the gasped sentiments, the wonderful tremble passing between them like an electric shock.

"Give me-- a thousand kisses." He's skipped a few lines. He can't begin to spare a proper thought for it as he fumbles briefly onto his elbows to press the words directly against Archie's lips. "A-- a hundred more, another thousand, and another hundred."

He loves this man. It strikes him, innocent as anything, even in moments of abject debauchery.